Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.